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CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 8 – Zara’s POV

I had fallen asleep lost in my thoughts and would have continued to sleep if it weren't for the knocking on my door. Quickly, I got up and went to the door.

“Enrique, it's you.”

“Are you sick?” he asked.

“No, I'm not. Why do you ask?” I responded, fixing my hair.

“Daddy told me to ask if you're okay.” I had to suppress a laugh at Enrique's statement.

“I see, so where is he now?”

“Cooking breakfast.”

“I see.”

“But I think he needs your help!” Enrique said, sounding worried.

“Really?” I replied, trying to make myself look presentable.

“Yes, Mom.”

“Alright, let's go and see your dad,” I said, and we both headed downstairs to the kitchen.

What the hell? I couldn't help but curse silently when I saw the mess in my kitchen.

“Enrique, I'll help your dad with cooking. Just go to your room,” I ordered.

As soon as Enrique left, I confronted Lucas. “You knew you can't cook a proper meal, so why?”

I mean, I'm asking why he dared to intervene in my kitchen whe
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